Tris:
I hear shouting and look by the cliffside, I see a crowd gathering, and I sigh. The tribe appointed me to be a healer alongside my mother, and Chris. I pray to Artemis that is Tobias, but she hasn't been answering any of my prayers. "It's probably just another outcast or an actual wolf." Christina groans and I push my way through the crowd. I get punched and shoved a couple of times, and I fall. "Watch yourself, Kid," a werewolf in his mid 30 says. I curse under my breath and realize I know the wolf. I gasp, and tears spill my eyes as I watch his chest barely fall and rise. I hear a faint whimper, and I wonder who it came from. Me or him? I grab one of his arms, and wrap it around me, taking in his weight, and Christina does the same, with his other side. We drag him to my mother, and she takes off his shirt. I stare at his abs, and his eyes open. Mom commands us to hold his arms and legs down while she searches his body. He shakes violently, and we force him down even harder. "Four!" I shout at him, making sure I don't use his real name. "It's okay, it's me. Tris," I say, and he opens his eyes more. His blue ones focus on my own grey orbs, and he smiles. "Tris," he breathes, and I kiss the top of his forehead. He purrs, and I smile. "Cats purr, Four. Cats." I mimic him, and he lightly chuckles. "I love you," he breathes before falling back asleep. Mom declares him fine, just maybe slightly dehydrated and starved. For now, he rests with me curled up beside his chest.
In the middle of the night, I see a light, and I guess it is another tribe member. Instead, it is a twelve-year-old girl. I stand, hoping to provide help for the young one. "Hey, you okay?" I ask, and put a hand on her shoulder. I'm not that far from her height, which is embarrassing for me. "Thank you for your kindness, Beatrice Prior," I give the girl a befuddled stare. Tobias stirs in his sleep, and his eyes widen. "Tris..." he breathes. "Our Lady," he bows to the girl and I realize that she is the Lady Artemis. I bow, as well. She smiles at us. "No need to bow, Miss Prior, and Mr Eaton." Her voice represents kindness, and I get back up. "I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?" Tobias asks, and she frowns. I can tell something is off. "The wolves are in great danger, Mr Eaton," he nods, understanding, and I give him a befuddled look. "The Vampires are planning to attack. Very soon."